The unwitting echoing of her own thoughts really did something to her. And for her. But her horniness could wait, he wasn't the only one in a mood to lavish attention on their lover.
The room itself was already warmer with the steam drifting off the surface of the running bathwater, and Rook was absently humming some melody she'd picked up a snatch of in a tavern. Her clothing already discarded and neatly folded in a corner and her hair swept up and lightly secured atop her head, to keep it from getting wet. She was, however, wrapped in a towel, just in case anyone else living in the house wandered in, her tits wouldn't be out whilst she was shooing them away.
"Well you came well prepared, didn't you," she quipped, turning off the water and padding across the floor to meet him with a kiss. Using the moment to deftly relieve him of the burdens he carried and setting them aside for now, because she needed his arms free to start undressing him.
"A crow is always prepared, for every occasion." Be it the planned murder of a mage in the middle of a ball, or down in the bath alone with his lover, apparently. Lucanis did not fight her and allowed her both to relieve him of the toiletries and to start undressing him.
"Oh, of course," Rook replied with a somber nod, a playful glint in her eyes, deft fingers undoing his collar and ascot pins and setting them aside with care. "And he's also never late, nor early, but arrives precisely when he means to?" Vest buttons next, while she leaned in for a brief, soft kiss, the tip of her nose nuzzling against his.
"Hmmm..." Her lips pursed and twisted to the side, vest undone and slid off of his shoulders. "Are you in a hurry, vhenana? I think I'd rather have your hands on me."
"Now who told you our creed?" He laughed, warm breath exhaled against her lips. Lucanis lifted his hands to rest on her hips, fingers teasingly plucking at the fold of the towel around her. "I can be patient, if I must."
"Read it in a spicy book," Rook replied brightly, smirking and pleased with herself, running a fingertip absently up and down the front of his shirt before beginning to work open the buttons, one by one. "About an Orlesian spy and the Antivan Crow she tripped over while in the midst of her tangled political machinations. There were seductive shadowy meetings, flirtatious barbs traded...the, ah, climactic fight scene" she cleared her throat delicately, parting the fabric and running her hands delicately up his abdomen and chest, then down his arms to unhurried slide the material off, in no hurry for him to have to move his hands from her, "took place on a dock, as I recall. They fell in the water and made passionate love on the shore...which always sounded very uncomfortable to me. Wouldn't there be a lot of sand?"
"Many liberties taken with that one, I'm guessing." He snorted. Imagine a smutty romance written by an actual Antivan Crow... it would be absolutely delicious in its descriptions, accuracy, and naughty scenes — or an absolute snoresfest too focused on the details of a contract, the romance completely forgotten.
Lucanis rolled his shoulders and let the fabric bunch in the crook of his elbows, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the towel. "I would think so. And I can't imagine they laid a blanket down beforehand. Making love in the water, however..." He could get behind that.
Was he volunteering? Because she'd definitely read his debut smutty romance novel--tedious contract details and all.
"Mm." Rook's eyelids flickered, the brush of his hands over the rougher material of the bath towel doing very nice things to sensitive skin. What had they been talking about? Oh, right. Smut scene. "I think there was a cloak involved." Of course. Can't have a Crow without a stylish cloak. Moistening her lips, she moved in close enough for a kiss, fingers wandering down to his belt. "Oh?" Her lips stretched into a grin against his as she worked open the buckle and the fly of his pants. "Like a bath, perhaps?"
Lucanis groaned softly, already half hard from having her hands on him. He could feel her nipples hardening past the fabric, and he finally decided to part the towel enough to cup her breasts properly; kneading fingers into perfectly sized mounds. He kissed her feverishly, and rolled his hips into her wandering hand.
"Mm. Like a bath. A hot spring — perhaps not some canals of Treviso." Eugh. He tipped his head to brush his lips against her ear. "But I could make love to you anywhere, amore."
Rook made a soft sound into the fervent kisses as his hands slipped easily through the folds of her scant covering, a hand moving to catch the corner of the towel tucked between her breasts before it could slip off completely. This did nothing to deter her focus, her other hand slipping into his trousers and palming his semi aroused cock, stroking along the underside, curling her fingers around the heft of him and skimming the pad of her thumb across the tip.
"I'd point out that I don't know how to swim, but...I doubt one tries to make love in deep waters." Her laugh trailed off into a soft moan, her front teeth digging into her lower lip as he shamelessly exploited her greatest weakness. Kissing her ear while rolling her nipples between his fingers was just unfair. Someday he was going to make her come without ever touching her cunt, and that was going to be a terribly embarrassing moment she would never live down.
But not this moment, gods damn it, she'd had intentions and would not be distracted. Ducking her head, she kissed the center of his chest, stepping into him until his back met the door. She let go of the tucked edge of the towel, allowing it to fall off in favor of dragging his pants the rest of the way down while she sank slowly to her knees in front of him, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looked up at him and moistened her lips with a quick sweep of her tongue. "May I?" she asked, pressing a kiss to the dip of his hip, warm breath ghosting across him intimately.
Leave it to a Crow to find any weakness to exploit and eagerly do so. Lucanis could have stayed right there, hands caressing, pinching her nipples, while his lips teased the sharp edge of her ear and bit down at the tip. But Rook did indeed have intentions that saw his lips hovering over nothing a she dipped down, the warmth of her breath and the softness of her lips drawing a moan from his throat.
Rook was beautiful in every way — whether she was flitting through the lighthouse checking on the Veilguard, or doused in blood and sweat upon the battlefield, he would always think she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Somehow, someway, seeing her sinking to her knees before him, Lucanis looked upon her like she was a goddess, even more beautiful than ever before. His breath quickened, a hand moving to card through her hair, his voice husky and his cock twitching in her grasp.
How fascinating it was to be on her knees in front of a powerful man and hearing him say Please, having him look at her like she made the sun rise every morning. She stroked her hand along the length of him slowly, from base to tip and back again, then held him steady for her slick lips to wrap around the head, her tongue to sweep across the ridge and taste him, like a kiss. She hummed and parted her lips, taking more, deeper into the tight confines of her wet, warm mouth, flattened her tongue to press against the underside. Her head bobbed slowly, settling into a steady and shallow rhythm, experimenting with light suction, swirls of her tongue and deeper pushes towards the back of her throat to see what made him groan and twitch, what made his fingers clench tighter in her hair.
Lucanis was not a particularly vocal man, but he offered enough for her to properly judge his responses. He groaned when her tongue swirled along the underside of his cock, the organ twitching in her mouth, his hips shaking as he resisted the urge to shove himself in as deep as he could and relish in the wet warmth of her throat. His fingers curled against her scalp when she moaned around him, the sound vibrating up the shaft and straight up his spine. His free hand grasped whatever solid surface he could find as he crooned out her name. "Maribel—"
Rook hummed in response to the heated, breathy way he said her name--a soft mmhmm with a playful lilt at the end, like a question, audible even with her mouth so full. And oh, was it full, her jaw stretching to the point of an ache, but she liked it. She liked the moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes, the slick mess of saliva on her chin, even the way her throat tried to constrict and deny her insistently pressing the blunt tip of his cock past its threshold. After a time, she added strokes of her hand, spreading the slickness left behind by her mouth down to the base so her fingers and palm could follow the drag of her lips and tongue along the thick length of him.
For those few moments, all Lucanis could do was moan up to the ceiling, knowing that if he looked her in the eyes while she swallowed his cock, he would lose himself immediately. He relished in the feeling; that warmth and wetness surrounding him, the tightness of her throat as she pushed him deeper and deeper. Eventually, he had to glance down again, cheeks flushed and lips parted, uttering a warning that he was close while the hand in her hair shifted down to stroke his thumb under her eye to catch a few falling tears. If she wanted to pull back, now was the time — but he suspected that was the last thing she wanted to do.
Unless he had a specific desire he wanted to express, Rook was exactly where she wanted to be: ready to feel him pulse in her mouth and spill on her tongue and to swallow him down. She had no plans to stop until she had that, looking up at him with wide hazel eyes, free hand dragging up his hip, over his torso and down his abdomen.
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The room itself was already warmer with the steam drifting off the surface of the running bathwater, and Rook was absently humming some melody she'd picked up a snatch of in a tavern. Her clothing already discarded and neatly folded in a corner and her hair swept up and lightly secured atop her head, to keep it from getting wet. She was, however, wrapped in a towel, just in case anyone else living in the house wandered in, her tits wouldn't be out whilst she was shooing them away.
"Well you came well prepared, didn't you," she quipped, turning off the water and padding across the floor to meet him with a kiss. Using the moment to deftly relieve him of the burdens he carried and setting them aside for now, because she needed his arms free to start undressing him.
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"Am I allowed to assist, amore?"
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"Hmmm..." Her lips pursed and twisted to the side, vest undone and slid off of his shoulders. "Are you in a hurry, vhenana? I think I'd rather have your hands on me."
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Lucanis rolled his shoulders and let the fabric bunch in the crook of his elbows, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the towel. "I would think so. And I can't imagine they laid a blanket down beforehand. Making love in the water, however..." He could get behind that.
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"Mm." Rook's eyelids flickered, the brush of his hands over the rougher material of the bath towel doing very nice things to sensitive skin. What had they been talking about? Oh, right. Smut scene. "I think there was a cloak involved." Of course. Can't have a Crow without a stylish cloak. Moistening her lips, she moved in close enough for a kiss, fingers wandering down to his belt. "Oh?" Her lips stretched into a grin against his as she worked open the buckle and the fly of his pants. "Like a bath, perhaps?"
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"Mm. Like a bath. A hot spring — perhaps not some canals of Treviso." Eugh. He tipped his head to brush his lips against her ear. "But I could make love to you anywhere, amore."
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"I'd point out that I don't know how to swim, but...I doubt one tries to make love in deep waters." Her laugh trailed off into a soft moan, her front teeth digging into her lower lip as he shamelessly exploited her greatest weakness. Kissing her ear while rolling her nipples between his fingers was just unfair. Someday he was going to make her come without ever touching her cunt, and that was going to be a terribly embarrassing moment she would never live down.
But not this moment, gods damn it, she'd had intentions and would not be distracted. Ducking her head, she kissed the center of his chest, stepping into him until his back met the door. She let go of the tucked edge of the towel, allowing it to fall off in favor of dragging his pants the rest of the way down while she sank slowly to her knees in front of him, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looked up at him and moistened her lips with a quick sweep of her tongue. "May I?" she asked, pressing a kiss to the dip of his hip, warm breath ghosting across him intimately.
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Rook was beautiful in every way — whether she was flitting through the lighthouse checking on the Veilguard, or doused in blood and sweat upon the battlefield, he would always think she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Somehow, someway, seeing her sinking to her knees before him, Lucanis looked upon her like she was a goddess, even more beautiful than ever before. His breath quickened, a hand moving to card through her hair, his voice husky and his cock twitching in her grasp.
"Please—" He sure wasn't going to tell her no.
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